Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan was always someone who attracted trouble. He didn't go looking for it—it just happened that way. He was always getting involved in risky adventures, getting into conflicts, drinking more than he should have, and living as if there was no tomorrow. But despite all this, he was someone you were never bored with. Cheerful, energetic, wild—he could raise hell even in an empty room.

She'd known him for a long time and was used to his personality. They were always close—wherever Ruslan went, she followed—not because she couldn't help but, but because it was interesting. That evening, they met again—this time in a hookah bar.

The room was filled with thick smoke, mingled with the smell of alcohol. Ruslan, as always, attracted attention—laughing loudly, joking, drinking whiskey, while everyone around him began to stop. Ruslan drank heavily and quickly, as if trying to catch up with himself. She noticed it, but arguing with him was pointless. He always did what he wanted.

When they stepped outside, the air felt unusually chilly. She instinctively pulled out her phone, intending to call a taxi. But Ruslan had already headed for his car, a Maybach shining in the night.

• Let's go in mine.

He said, confidently taking out the keys.

• Ruslan, you were drinking...

She immediately tensed up.

• Everything is under control!

She knew it was impossible to convince him otherwise. It was either sit next to him or watch him drive away alone. Finally, she gave in and climbed into the front seat of his black Maybach.

The engine roared like a beast breaking free. Ruslan stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward. The street lights flickered, leaving behind the neon flashes of shop windows and nightlights.

The Maybach sped through the empty city streets, hit the highway, and now there was nothing around but darkness and oncoming headlights. Ruslan held the steering wheel with one hand, a cigarette in the other. He looked content, as if he were genuinely enjoying this wild ride.

She remained silent, clutching her seatbelt, watching the speedometer needle creep ever higher. 180 km/h.